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we could hide away

(late night talking part 4)

Summary: when a photo of you and harry is leaked, your relationship suffers. can you manage to mend it despite hurt and miscommunication?

Warnings: pure angsty, fluffy goodness, smut (f and m receiving)

A/n: thank you as always for everyone’s support on the previous parts 😭🫶🏼 it means the world to me , especially for the very idea that inspired me to start writing again! please let me know if there’s anything you want to see from our babies, any requests etc in general. i don’t know how much i like this part, my head is sooo fuzzy but i wanted to get it out, so edits may be made in the next few days !!

part one

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part three

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The first thing you heard the next morning was the incessant buzzing of a phone. Notification after notification, call after call. You woke up groggy after passing out in Harry’s arms, still fully clothed on top of the duvet. A headache hit you instantly, a cruel reminder of your perfect night. Harry woke up as you peeled yourself out of his hold, stretching your arms above your head before padding over to the kitchen for some water. His eyes were glazed over, still half asleep as he reached over to shut his phone off.

Harry scrolled through the notifications silently, eyes wide as he clicked on screenshots and messages. You placed a glass of water on his nightstand, crawling back on the bed beside him and wrapping an arm around him from behind. He placed a strong hand over yours, fiddling with the giant S ring you were still wearing. “Fuck, I’m sorry baby, gotta take this,” he mumbled, voice raspy and dry, as he slid off the bed and strode out to the balcony, phone to his ear immediately.

You watched as he shut the door behind himself, placing his phone on the table as he paced around the small space, hands dragging through his messy hair. Your phone was tucked under your pillow, completely drained of battery since you hadn’t managed to charge it. You leaned over to plug it in, eyes still fixed on Harry. Whatever he was talking about, whoever he was talking to, it seemed heated. He was fiddling with anything he could find, jaw tensing up as he breathed in and out. “We can talk about this later,” he said, slamming the sliding door behind him as he re-entered the room. He marched immediately into the bathroom, banging and crashing as he went. You walked over to find him slumped over the sink, cold water dripping off the end of his nose and the point of his chin.

You had no idea how to act. You didn’t know whether to comfort him, stay out of his way, share his anger. Whatever this was, was it even any of your business? It was in your nature to comfort, however, so you walked over and placed a gentle hand on his back. “Hey,” you said softly, pushing his hair out of his face with your free hand. “What’s happened?” Harry turned around and gave you a small smile, pulling his phone out of his pocket to show you. You were totally blindsided, your mouth falling open. It was a couple of grainy pictures, Harry and you in the hotel hallway yesterday morning. You in just his robe and some socks, walking down the hallway with his hand pressed against your lower back. You walking into the room, your hands laced together. The photos were captioned:

exclusive: harry styles pictured with a mystery woman in london

He scrolled to the next screenshot, the same pictures, now captioned:

who is harry styles’ rumoured girlfriend? we’ve narrowed it down!

He continued scrolling, showing you at least 25 posts and news articles about the pictures. They were taken from behind, so it wasn’t even obvious it was him, let alone you. Even still, your perfect, private little bubble had burst. “Harry I- I didn’t even know someone was there, how did this happen?” you looked into his eyes as you spoke, searching for some kind of answer or clue as to how he felt. Just as his lips parted, his phone rang again. He listened to the voice on the other end for a few minutes, nibbling at the skin around his fingers. One strong hand pushed through his hair once the call ended, grabbing a thick fistful of curls as he threw his head back, eyes closed. Harry still hasn’t said a real word to you since he woke up, and seemed to be holding a lot back from whoever called him. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say. It hurt him that people sought to invade his privacy. It angered him that your relationship was at risk of being exposed because people couldn’t resist selling stories about his life. It infuriated him that he now had to spend the day dealing with his management instead of nursing a sore head with you.

Harry strode into the living room to pull his trainers on, grabbing his trademark Pleasing tote bag from a hook next to the door. He slipped sunglasses onto his head, pushing his unbrushed curls out of his face. You lingered on the opposite side of the room, arms wrapped tight around your chest. “Harry, where are y-,” you started, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as he interrupted you. “Need to sort this out. Y/n, I don’t want to ask but I need t’know. Was this anything at all to do with you?” He asked. You couldn’t believe he was pointing the finger at you. “Harry, no! No. I wouldn’t- I’d never,” you told him, hurt at the accusation. He nodded curtly, then disappeared out of the room, leaving you wounded and alone.

—

You’d decided to head to Joanie’s after Harry left, needing quality time with your best friend. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been around much,” you rushed into your best friends arms as she opened her front door. She pulled you inside, thrusting a pre-made cup of tea into your arms as you slumped in the corner of her ragged sofa. “I’ve been seeing someone,” you started to explain. “He’s been here in london with me, but I think that’s all over now.” You spilled as much as you could to your best friend, twisting the story slightly to keep Harry’s identity secret.

Wiping your hands against your thighs, you stood up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from your purse. “Do you have a lighter?,” you asked Joanie, scanning the room. You’d never particularly enjoyed smoking but it was just habit for you to have a couple of ciggies when you were sad or stressed. It started when you and Joanie were much younger, newly 18 and enjoying pubs, clubs and boys far too much. Every time one of you had your heartbroken, got rejected at the club or simply drank too much, you needed to share a pack. Now 6 years down the line, it was a dirty little secret you shared, one that Joanie’s long time boyfriend and new husband didn’t even know about.

You sat on the little brick wall outside her house, talking about your plans for the show tonight. “I want to be where we were on Tuesday,” Joanie sighed dreamily, flicking the ash from the end of her cigarette. You smiled meekly in response, dreading even being in the same venue as Harry, let alone so close to him again. “Did you see he was spotted with someone?” Joanie gasped, slapping her hand down on your knee. “I wouldn’t have married Tom if I knew Harry was dating.”

“Oh yes, your marital status is the one reason he’s gone for somebody else,” you scoffed, the pair of you collapsing into each other in a fit of giggles. You were so glad you had your best friend by your side through all of this, even if you couldn’t be totally honest with her. Joanie had always been the perfect opposite to you - the smart to your silly, the rose-tint to your pessimism, the light to your dark. Or whatever way it needed to go. She always managed to oppose your views and feelings, but in a way that gave both of you exactly what you needed. She lifted you up, mellowed you out, always opposite sides of the same coin. You had even spent your teenage years trying to convince school friends that you were destined to be best friends. Joanie was born on the hottest day of that year, and you on the coldest. It took fourteen years for life to bring the two of you together, but you felt as though you’d known her from birth. She was your soulmate, and it was eating up at you that you couldn’t tell her everything about Harry.

—

On the other side of London, Harry was sprawled across an armchair stuffed far too firm to be comfortable, though he knew that was the point. His long fingers were tapping a rhythm across his thigh, his eyes glued to the empty space left by his still-missing S ring. The tan line left behind sent a twinge through Harry’s chest. He regretted questioning you as soon as he’d said it, though he really didn’t know you well enough to be sure you weren’t involved. For all he knew, this could have been your plan all along. Get friendly with Harry Styles then sell your story to make a quick buck. Truthfully, he felt as though he could trust you, wanted to trust you, but he’d been burned too many times to fully count on his instincts.

“You best start explaining this, H.” Jeff’s voice was kind but stern, a cloud of frustration hanging over his head. Harry held his hands up in surrender, telling his manager, “it’s just a girl I’ve been seeing. Didn’t realise I had t’tell you and the world about it.”

“Harry- I’m your manager, for fucks sake. If you’re out doing things that could make a good story, it’s wise to tell me first. You know we need to get on top of things before anything like this happens.” Jeff’s words were now laced with annoyance. Annoyance with Harry, with the situation, with the media. When Harry failed to say anything further, Jeff pushed again. “So? Tell me what there is to tell and I can find a way out of this for you.”

Harry explained as much as he could, leaving out the raunchier details. He started to speak about ‘kiwi girl’ (as twitter had affectionately nicknamed you), when Jeff held up a hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there, H. Do not tell me this girl is a fan.” Harry’s silence and hanging head was a dead giveaway that you were, in fact, a fan. “And I’m assuming this is the same girl you upgraded the night after?” Harry nodded this time, standing from his seat to pace the length of the room instead. Jeff’s head was in his hands, sighing as he half-yelled “rule number one is you do. not. sleep. with. fans,” slamming the tip of his pen into the table with every word.

“It’s not-“ Harry started. “Not like that, I know. It’s never like that, mate.” Jeff finished for Harry, eyes finding the back of Harry’s head. “Listen, let’s set up an opportunity for more photos with a different woman. Make out you’re having a bit of a phase. Takes the heat off, means you can keep playing with your little fuck-toy in private.”

“She’s not my little fuck-toy,” Harry growled, his irritation threatening to explode out of him. “And I’ve been fucking doing it in private. All of it. Haven’t been with her outside the hotel, not since the first night. Haven’t entered and left at the same time, done everything to keep it fucking private.”

“And no one knows it’s this girl?”

“No, mate. No one else.”

The frosted door swung open, Glenne’s high heels tip-tapping across the marble floor with every step. “Harry!”, she beamed, pulling him in for a lingering hug. “Has my lovely husband been tormenting you?” She looked Harry up and down, eyes full of love and care. He chuckled bitterly, his tired eyes following her back across the room to where she perched on the edge of Jeff’s desk. “This isn’t such a big deal, you know.”

“No, seriously!” she insisted as both men scoffed. “It’s hardly a scandal. ‘Young single man spotted with woman’. It’s not exactly the headline of the century.”

“It is when the world finds out she’s a fan. He’ll be tormented by young girls for the rest of his career now,” Jeff told his wife. “So we don’t let that part get out - not unless you’re serious about her, H. Her family and friends might know if you’re spotted together again, but by the time it has to come out, you’ll be off the market. If you’re not serious, not seeing her again, how you met never has to leave this room. Besides, you’ve been tormented by young girls for years already.”

Harry had no idea how Glenne did it. She always managed to find the best solution, easy fixes that passed right under his and Jeff’s noses. “That works for me,” he sighed, the rubber band snapping from around his chest, finally able to breathe fully and deeply. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out quickly, praying it would be from you. It was Anne.

mum: Just got to the station. Think you have a bit of a situation so will see you later !! Xx

“Mum’s here. I need to go, Jeff. Thank you, Glenne,” Harry muttered as he fled the office, holding his hands up in a prayer position. He sent you a quick text as he left, having not heard from you since he’d left you this morning. Harry was relieved to have a plan, but his heart was still heavy. He should have warned you how quickly things can get real when you’re associated with him. He was so used to fooling around with other women in the industry, women who already knew the ins and outs of life with a celebrity. If the world learned your name, your life would be changed irreversibly. He’d seen what it had done to others, how the media had shared their private details, their families details. You might have known it was a risk, but neither of you had seen this coming so quickly. You hadn’t even discussed it, it was far too soon to even think about what would happen when the bubble burst.

—

You and Joanie had ended up in almost the exact position you were for night one, just as she wanted. You were wearing your red outfit today, wishing you’d worn that on Tuesday to match with Harry. Everything came back to Tuesday. A white denim skirt hugged your hips, carefully hand-painted red hearts dotted all over the material. You’d paired it with a bright red off the shoulder top, and Joanie next to you was wearing the same but in inverted colours. You were glad to have her close by your side tonight, glad to have been able to tell her the bare minimum about your aching heart. She’d insisted on bringing a funny sign tonight, desperate to catch Harry’s attention and make you smile. ‘my bestie had her heart broken, can you cheer her up ?!’, the sign read. You would keep your fingers crossed for the rest of your life if it meant Harry didn’t see the sign, didn’t notice you at all tonight.

He seemed more muted than usual, his dances and energy toned down in comparison to his usual self. You wondered if he’d tried to contact you at all today. Your phone had barely charged before you left for Joanie’s, then died again on your way over. You hadn’t bothered to charge it up since, preferring to ignore the internet for today at least. Harry knew where you were if he wanted to see you.

Joanie’s fingernails were digging into your arm, her screams bordering on nutty as Harry pulled his guitar strap over his head, mere feet in front of you once again. His eyes had glanced over you a few times, but he hadn’t noticed you. Either because he didn’t want to, or his mind was elsewhere. “Don’t tell me he’s going to-“, Joanie started, screaming again as the opening chords to ‘boyfriends’ echoed through the stadium. You couldn’t help the tears that immediately welled in your eyes, threatening to spill down your blushed cheeks. You hadn’t even thought about crying all day, hadn’t felt as though you needed to and now it was all pushing to the surface.

Boyfriends

Are they just pretending?

Joanie wrapped an arm around your waist, using her thumb to wipe a tear from your eye. You rested your head against her shoulder, giving a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. You weren’t even sure what made you so upset, but your heart couldn’t stop aching now that you thought about what had happened that morning- then it hit you. Harry hadn’t even asked you how you felt this morning, thought for a second how these pictures could affect you. After how attentive he’d been for days, it felt like a slap in the face. Had he been pretending? Did he only want you in his bed, only care when it was your secret?

They don't tell you where it's heading

You kept your eyes fixed on Harry, his dark pupils scanning the crowd in front of him through heavy eyelids. They lingered on you for only half a second, not long enough for anyone to notice but long enough for you to watch his breath catch in his throat. His eyes clouded over, blinking rapidly as he cleared his throat and looked away from you.

And you know the game's never ending

He stepped back from the microphone, signalling to the crowd to sing for him as he turned his back, the gut-wrenching glisten of tears in his eyes visible for a split second.

He whispered something to Sarah as the song finished and stepped closer to the microphone, his rich voice suddenly crooning, “baby, you were the love of my life”. Harry’s eyes looked anywhere except for you, hurt and shame written all over his face. He knew he’d acted like a dick today, from the way he handled the situation with you, to the way he spoke to Jeff, to the way he made almost no time for his darling mum and sister before the show. He needed to make it all alright, most of all with you. He silently prayed that you’d know these songs were for you, feel what he was trying to convey.

He moved over to the opposite side of the stage, turning to point at Jonny’s place when he mentioned it. Yours and Joanie’s faces flashed up on the screen, Joanie waving her sign around like a mad woman while you wiped your teary eyes. You laughed at the sight of the two of you, you made an insane pair. Harry was watching the screen as he sang, desperate to let his eyes linger on you without actually doing just that. He blew a kiss to your general area as the band played out, girls around you screaming. He walked past you on his way back to the main stage, watching you subtly catch his kiss with the hand still trying to dry your eyes. That soothed him a little, lifted his mood just enough to get through the remainder of the show.

—

Harry explained everything to Anne and Gemma after the show, head in his hands as they sighed and groaned at his story. “Harry Edward, you’re a very bad man sometimes,” Anne gasped, swatting at his knee. “You got this poor girl obsessed with you, then you ditch her at the first sign of trouble?”

“Oi, I didn’t ditch her!,” he said, his vibe not too far from that of a petulant teenager’s. “I needed to deal with the business side, needed t’sort out Jeff.”

Gemma placed a hand on Harry’s forearm, “have you spoken to her? Explained it all? Y/n is probably going out of her mind right now, H.”

“I think her phones off, we haven’t spoken all day,” Harry sighed. He didn’t have the words to explain to himself, or his family, why this felt like a much bigger problem than it was. Why his heart was so much heavier than it should have been for someone he’d only known for 4 days. “It’s getting late now, go and get some rest darling. See if you can reach her tonight, you’ve got us all day tomorrow.” Anne rose from her seat, tugging on Harry’s wrists to get him moving. She pulled him in for a cuddle when he stood, knowing a mother’s hug can make the biggest problems seem smaller. He held her tight, taking a deep sniff of her floral, earthy scent. She smelled like home. It always seemed to calm him down.

“You did amazing tonight, my special baby boy. Love you so much, we can’t wait to get some proper time with you tomorrow,” Anne said, a radiant grin spreading across her face. She never wanted to see him torn up about anything, hated watching him fall in and out of love every so often, healing the hurt and heartbreak he wore so well. But having her little boy in her arms was more than enough to warm her heart.

—

Harry knocked on your door, feeling sheepish. He was usually far too stubborn to trail back with his tail between his legs so soon, but this was different. You hadn’t done him wrong, hadn’t bought him anything other than joy. You were the innocent pawn in someone else’s game, a game that he hadn’t realised could, and had, hurt you both. He let the gift bag he held fall to his side when you didn’t answer, his clenched wrist going limp.

He knocked again after a few minutes, and again a few minutes after that. He couldn’t hear anything inside, but that didn’t mean you weren’t in there. He turned on his heel, deciding to head back upstairs, hoping he’d at least get a text from you before he slept. Then he saw you, trudging towards the door, eyes fixed on your phone screen. Your hair was hanging down your back in a messy braid, the t-shirt Harry had loaned to you on Monday night engulfing your slender frame. You looked up as you got nearer, brown eyes locking onto his. Stopping in your tracks, you felt the wings of a thousand butterflies knocking against the inner walls of your belly, heart beating like a ticking time bomb. The hallway was silent, the weight of a thousand things you wanted to say to each other but couldn’t find the words to say hanging over your heads. “Hey,” you smiled, reaching for your keycard. “I just went to get some food, is everything okay?”

Harry let out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding, stepping forward to wrap you up in his arms. Your bodies melted into each other, your hands splayed against Harry’s back, cradling him so tight you thought you might never let go. “Everything’s okay,” he mumbled, pink lips spreading into a warm smile. Holding onto each other, just being close, was enough to make it right.

You let the two of you inside, unpacking your food onto the countertop as Harry lingered behind you. “I got sushi, there’s enough for two if you want to stay,” you offered.

You both sat on the bed to eat, giggles cutting through a peaceful silence as you watched reruns of the Office. Harry’s fingers found yours after a while, his thumb tracing shapes on the back of your hand. “I got you something,” he told you, standing up to grab the gift bag from where he’d left it.

Your eyes were wide with curiosity as you untied the white ribbon, pulling a handwritten note from a tiny envelope.

‘heard you got your heart broken. thought this could cheer you up’.

You shook your head as you read it, a deep blush creeping up your cheeks. “I told her not to take that sign,” you laughed. “I tried to tell her a bit this morning but it’s a little hard to explain.” Harry grinned, “it was sweet. Though I bet she’ll be mortified if she knows she told me I broke your heart.”

A dark green velvet jewellery box sat in the bottom of the bag, slimline and dainty. You looked up at Harry, as if unsure this was for you. “Open it,” he smiled, words coming out small. Inside was the most beautiful necklace you’d ever seen. A tiny chain, the perfect shade of gold to complement your other jewellery. At the bottom of the chain sat a tiny H, studded with imitation diamonds. You bought the box closer to your face, fingers tracing delicately over the elegant design. “H,” you whispered, totally taken aback by the gift. “For Harry,” he smirked. “Do you like it?”

You were stunned, your mouth trying and failing to form words. All you could do was keep tracing over the pendant, eyes glancing between the necklace and the man sitting in front of you. “I love it, Harry. I really do,” you eventually managed, grateful tears filling up your eyes. You set the box down beside you, closing the distance between you and Harry. He held a warm hand to your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the end of your nose. “Turn around, let me help you put it on.”

He secured the chain around your neck, peppering soft kisses across your back. “It’s beautiful Harry, really. I can’t thank you enough,” you sighed, fiddling with the H as you spoke. You leaned back against his chest, turning your head slightly to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry baby, I really am,” he spoke. “Didn’t mean t’rush out on you in such a hurry.”

“Harry, it’s f-“, you interrupted, wanting to put the whole day behind you now that you had him back. “It’s not fine. Didn’t like you seeing me so pissed off, I wanted to get away and sort it all out. But I hurt you.” He was speaking softer now, his voice gentle. “You didn’t Harry, I was confused that’s all. I didn’t know what any of this meant, for you or for us.”

“And I should’ve spoken to you, got on the same page so we could handle it together.” You pulled away from him as he spoke, turning your body around to face him again. You could see the shame etched into every line on his face, the way he’d beaten himself up all day showing in his eyes. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, thumb stroking the sharp edge of his jawline. “You got it sorted though?” you asked. “All sorted, princess. Had to tell everyone everything though. Even told my mum,” he smiled meekly. “Yeah? Told her how pretty and perfect I am?” you grinned, fluttering your eyelashes. “Told her you’re the prettiest girl in the world. After her of course.”

He really did think you were the prettiest girl in the world. Especially now, in his t-shirt, wearing his initial around your neck. Your hair was messy, your skin fresh. The evening light seeping in from the window was illuminating you from behind, giving you an angelic glow.

“Have you showered?” you asked him. “Yeah. But I’ll have another one if it means more time with you,” he grinned, already yanking his hoodie over his head.

—

You were taking turns under the water, laughing and joking as you manoeuvred around each other in the small space. “Give me a kiss,” Harry smiled. “Since when have you asked for kisses?” you laughed, poking at his chest. “Don’t know if I deserve one today.”

“Lucky for you, I can’t deny you any,” you said as you leaned towards him. He held onto the back of your head as his lips met yours. His lips were as warm and as soft as they’d ever been, the tickle of his hot breath sending sparks down your spine. Your tongue darted out of your parted lips, licking a trail across his bottom teeth before slipping into his mouth. Harry moved his mouth to your throat, suckling on your wet skin. “Gonna mark you up, show everyone you’re mine,” he whispered. He ran his tongue over the bruise he left behind, before continuing to kiss down your body, pausing to nibble on your perky nipple. He licked a circle around your belly button as your hands found his wet hair, shifting your body to lean against the tiled wall.

“Open up for me,” he asked, nose nudging into the space where your thighs met. He rested back on his heels, admiring your pussy. “So perfect, my sweet girl,” he drawled, fingers tracing up the inside of your thigh. His warm face was so close to right where you needed him, mouth so close that his tongue could reach out and have a taste. His mouth was watering at the sight of your arousal wetting your folds. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to taste you, wet his face with your juices, have you screaming as you came on his tongue.

You were whimpering as soon as Harry’s lips made contact with your pussy, his tongue lapping into your folds. He was eating you like he’d been starving, like your pussy was the first and only thing he’d ever be allowed to enjoy. His nose grazed over your clit as he licked at your entrance, sending your hips bucking into his mouth as the bundle of nerves lit on fire. He chuckled at your body’s reaction, murmuring a slurred, “need daddy to give you more?” You tugged on his curls in response, breathless and unable to speak. He moved immediately to focus on your clit, his lips wrapping around your button as he sucked and popped. He moaned against you, the vibrations shooting pleasure deep into your core.

You’d never found much pleasure from someone’s mouth, yet Harry’s was taking you to places you’d never been before. Your back was arched off the wall, fingertips buried so deep in his hair you could pierce his scalp. Your eyes were grainy, the hot steam from the shower swirling around your head. You felt like you were in a trance, moans and incoherent words slipping out of your mouth uncontrollably.

Harry gripped onto the back of your thigh, steadying himself as he pulled his mouth closer into your entrance. His tongue was licking deeper into you, one finger rubbing circles around your clit. “Harry,” you whimpered, feeling your legs begin to buckle beneath you. Your orgasm rolled over you in waves, your body so limp yet so tense under his touch. His tongue kept fucking into you, his hard cock twitching between his legs as you screamed out a strangled moan. You pulled one hand out of his curls, gripping onto the shower caddy to keep yourself from collapsing. Your head was spinning, stars all you could see as Harry rode you through your high. Between the water dripping from his hair, and your juices drenching his face, Harry thought he could drown. He’d die happily here, nestled between your legs, lips attached to your perfect pussy for eternity.

He pulled away after a moment, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit before standing, pulling your weak body into his arms. “Always do so good for me, baby girl,” he cooed, pushing the wet strands of hair off of your forehead. He could get drunk off the way you looked post-orgasm, your cheeks flushed and pupils blown. The way your mouth never fully closed and your breasts jumped as your chest heaved. Harry got a kick out of knowing he did that to you, he bought you that pleasure.

His cock bumped against your hips as he helped you out the shower, your hands all over each other as you pushed him towards the granite countertop. “What’s bought this on?” Harry smirked, not used to seeing you take such an active role. It had been established pretty early on that Harry was a giver, all he wanted was to pleasure you, and you had no problems being a taker. But his cock had been calling out to you for days, begging you for a taste. “Where you going?” he asked you, head tilting to the side as your hands slithered down his body, your knees hitting the tiled floor. You stayed silent, pressing kisses up the inside of his thigh. You bit down into the fleshy part near the top, quickly licking over the teeth marks. Harry shuddered as you nipped at his skin, repeating the move up and down both his thighs. You suckled at the skin next to his base, leaving your mark. A perfect little purple bruise, a matching tattoo.

You looked up at him as he reached down to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip, his butterfly tattoo seemingly flapping its wings as he breathed in and out. “Gonna stuff daddy’s cock into that pretty little mouth?” he rasped, his thighs tensing as you hacked spit into your palms. You stroked his member up and down, up and down, again and again as you pressed swollen-mouthed kisses to his thick tip. Holding a hand at his base, you licked a line down the underside of his shaft, then took his tip in your mouth hungrily. He was far bigger than you’d ever had, and you were unsure of how well your usual tricks would work on someone his size.

He whimpered as you took him further in your mouth, your warm cheeks tightening against his length as you sucked. Your hand moved up and down the inches of him you couldn’t manage to take, swirling your heated tongue around his head as you pulled him further out. “Knew you could be a good little slut for daddy,” he drawled, gathering your dripping hair and using it to guide your head up and down his cock. He kept his free hand steadied on the countertop, mouth dropping open as you popped off of his head and moved your mouth to his balls. Harry threw his head back as you suckled at his sack, rolling your tongue against the soft, sensitive skin. Your hand continued tugging against his length as you worked, your nose bumping the underside of his foreskin. “Fuck baby, give me more, please,” he groaned, wrapping your long hair around his fist. You switched your hand and your mouth, fondling his balls while you stuffed his cock back into your mouth. You looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as you took his member further than you had before, reaching as far as you could before gagging against his head. His hand tugged at your hair somewhat involuntarily as your throat closed around him, a choked moan squeezing out against his tip. Your eyes were red, tears brewing above your lower lashes. “Taste so fucking good daddy,” you told him, mouth moving up and down faster now, humming in appreciation as his cock twitched in your throat.

Harry had never seen you look so sexy, not when you took his cock so well, not when you were coming on his tongue. Like this, stark naked on the bathroom floor, his cock lodged between your perfect swollen pout, this is what he wanted to remember. Have the image etched in his brain forever, see you like this every time he closed his eyes. His balls felt heavy in your hand, loaded with the cum he couldn’t wait to shoot down your pretty little throat. “Fuck, princess. I’m gonn- gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warned, his voice deep with lust. You moaned against him, keeping your lips wrapped tightly around his girthy member, your perfect H pendant swinging against your chest as you bobbed back and forth. You splayed your free hand against his thigh as it started to shake, looking up his body to see his abs tensing, his pecs twitching as you bought him close to climax. “Come for me daddy,” you whined against him, words muffled by his cock taking over your throat. He pulled his head down to his chest, eyes screwed tight and jaw slack as he came violently, thick cum splashing against the back of your throat. You swallowed around his head, ribbons of cum flooding your cheeks. You moved the hand cradling his sack to stroke his length, riding him through his orgasm. His hips jutted towards you, your hair wound tightly around his clenched fist.

His grip eased up as he came down from his high, darkened eyes opening to look down at you as you removed your mouth from him completely. You had his juices dripping out of your mouth, eyes threatening to spill over as you wiped them with the back of your hand. “Never seen anything so pretty in my whole life,” Harry smiled, rubbing the curve of your neck.

You dried yourselves off, fluffy towels soothing your aching, exhausted bodies. Crawling into bed still naked, you and Harry faced each other, whispering sweet nothings as you kissed over each others faces. He fell asleep before you, one arm draped across your chest, hand still cupping your jaw. Your phone lit up with a text from Joanie,

J: everything ok? you happy?

You snapped a selfie, Harry’s strong hand barely visible in the pitch black room. You sent it to her, captioned simply, the happiest

part five

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dqmeron · 1 year

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「 Gradient Text Tutorial for Captions 」

i'm sure there's several of these already out there, but here's a rundown of how i make the gradient text for my gifset captions! (example)

𖥻 tutorial below cut <3 | screenshots + bold/italic/small/color text included for my fellow adhders who can't sit through long blocks of text

websites used: color picker, text colorizer, text replacement

step #1: pick your colors (optional) when making gradient text for a caption, i usually use an image color picker to get exact hex codes! this just helps me match everything even better than i could when manually inputting colors! (this is completely optional, but i like doing it, so i thought i'd include it here!)

step #2: making your gradient now the fun begins! open the text colorizer linked above, and enter the text you want to be a gradient into the text box:

(all caps is by no means necessary! i'm just doing it to make the gradient stand out even more, since i'm going to have a decent amount of text in my caption.) after entering your text, choose the type of color effect you want using this drop-down menu! color effect is essentially the type of gradient/how many colors it uses, etc. play around with this to find the one you like best!

i'm sticking with horizontal gradient, but you can choose whichever one you like! (there's also a solid color option if you want to just use a color that isn't available in the tumblr text options.) after color effect, you can choose your colors using this section - if you did use the color picker from step one, you can just paste the hex codes into the boxes.

if not, click on the colored bars, and this hue picker will pop up:

drag your mouse around in the left box to choose your color. the bar on the right can be used to modify shade.

(these are the colors i'm using)

skip over the "additional text settings" section (these options mess with the html code and cause issues when you try to use it on tumblr) and check the preview to make sure you like how your gradient looks.

if you're having a bit of trouble seeing the gradient properly, you can scroll back up to "additional text settings" and turn on bold to see it better. just make sure you turn it back off before copying your code.

now you're ready to copy your code!

after making sure any additional text settings are returned to their default/unchecked states, scroll down and copy the HTML code (NOT the BBcode). select the text and copy it using command/ctrl + C or right click and click "copy".

step #3: replacing

the text colorizer used here is great, but it does add unneeded semicolons to the html code that mess with tumblr's settings and cause formatting problems.

open the text replacement site (linked at top), and paste the code you copied into the text box:

in the "replace this:" box, type ; (leave the "with this:" box blank)

click "replace text". skim over the new code to make sure the semicolons are gone (sometimes you've got to click "replace text" a couple of times for it to work), and then either click "copy to clipboard" or select and copy the text manually.

step #4: writing your caption now that you've got your code, open tumblr and make a new photo post. look in the top right-hand corner of your screen, and make sure "legacy editor" is turned on. if it isn't, click the toggle to turn it on.

next, you need to make sure your text editor is set to html. to do this, click the little gear in the top right corner of the new post. select "html" from the drop-down menu next to "text editor", and then close the settings. [07.27.23 update: if, like me, you're stuck using the new editor, you can still set your post type to html, and gradient text will still work. the post editor will just turn your files into code when you're editing, and you'll have to fix the spacing in between your gifs (if you're using this for a gifset caption) in the preview tab. it looks super weird and alarming at first, but it does still work with the new post editor.]

upload your gifs and then move down to the caption. open the html tab and then paste your code! once you've done that, click on the preview tab to check how it looks.

my gradient looks pretty good, but i'm going to bold the text to make it more visible. here's how to use html to do that:

code goes here

here is a list of other html codes you can use to stylize your text! (they use <;b> for bold text, this is another way to do it, either method works fine!)

if you want to have another line of text under/above your code you need to add at the end of the top line to create a line break (just pressing enter won't work). here's an example of how to format that:

text text text text text text text text text

write the rest of your caption, and then you're done! here's my end result and my final code:

i hope this was helpful! feel free to send me an ask if you have any questions! happy giffing <3

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outro-jo · 8 months

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edits

pairing: bsf xu minghao x gn reader

type: drabble

warnings: none really, cursing, minghao speaks chinese but it’s written in english bc idk chinese 😬

request: yes

notes: sorry i haven’t been able to write lately also for not knowing how to end fics 🙃

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late in the evening you laid on your bed, chin resting on your pillows, feet mindlessly kicking in the air as you enjoyed your favorite pastime; watching edits fans created for you and your group mates. it was always your favorite way to relax after a long day of dance practice and recording with your next comeback on the horizon. while you and the other boys were excited and energized to release new music to carats, you couldn’t help but grow weary each day as you prepared. but it was nothing a few fan edits couldn’t fix.

you smiled warmly as you scrolled through tiktok on the svt hashtag. some edits were of the other members or more than one. you finally stopped on one of you and minghao. the creator compiled moments where he was more affectionate with you and a caption that read: “i love their friendship”. cute moments of the two of you reeled with a cover song woozi had helped the two of you with serving as the background music.

the smile on your face got impossibly wider as you thought of one of your best friends in the group. memories of him when he was much younger just joining the group flashed in your mind. you were one of the first members other than jun he got close to. when minghao first arrived in korea, he didn’t speak the language yet and struggled to connect with the group. though you all took pity on him and did your best to make him feel welcome, you did a bit more than the others. you spent a lot of time using google translate and even learning chinese to better communicate with him. he greatly appreciated how hard you worked to make him more comfortable. this resulted in the close and rather affectionate relationship the two of you have today.

as if he knew you were thinking about him, minghao walked into the room and plopped down on the bed, pretty much on top of you and leaned in to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“what are you watching, baby?” he asked in his native tongue.

“us.” you responded right back and leaned your head into him.

he watched the loop and glanced down at the caption and couldn’t help himself from smiling. he hummed in approval and turned his head to give your cheek a peck.

most would view your affections as romantic but neither of you pursued anything since you worked and lived together. it just didn’t seem right. however, watching the clips now and how you two were with each other from the view of your fans, you started to see things in a different light. your stomach began to turn in somersaults and your mind started to race. before the video finished, you swipe your thumb to scroll.

“hey!” minghao fussed and reached for your phone just for you to move it out of reach.

suddenly the two of you started to playfully wrestle for your phone and you got swept up in the moment, laughing along with him and flipping around on your back, stretching your arm further out of reach. it became an battle, you trying to keep your phone out of reach, and him trying to grab it. after a few tries of him leaning forward, his body on top of yours, he tried a new tactic—tickling. you screeched and your task of keeping your phone away was lost as you tried to tuck your hands under his to make him stop. minghao was victorious and snatched your phone, propping himself on your hips and watching the video with a fond smile on his face. little did he know, you had the mirrored smile on your face with your arms resting under your head. in truth, you didn’t even realize how you were looking at him. stars in your eyes, small dimples forming in your cheeks. you were completely lovestruck.

shit.

all at once the realization hit you…you were in love with your best friend.

your face dropped before he could look away from your phone and just in time. he hummed and mumbled, “cute” to himself before leaning down to kiss your cheek and crawling off of you. heading back out into the main living areas of the dorm with the boys, drawn by the smells of dinner. the gesture under normal circumstances wouldn’t have your mind racing the way it is now. you couldn’t help it. after having this realization, the world seemed different now, it spun in the opposite direction. nothing could ever be the same but you were too scared now to know if he felt the same way.

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httpsdana · 18 days

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟗

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

Ferran had introduced y/n to tiktok recently, and she can't seem to stop scrolling through it.

She was watching a random cat video, when the next video was about her and Ferran. It was an edit, having all the clips of them together. Mostly from the YouTube video they had filmed, and then the one were Ferran was attending her match.

She watched the video that has a cute song, smiling to herself at the edit. She didn't like it so it won't be suspicious, but what caught her attention was the caption.

"LOOK AT THE WAY FERRAN LOOKS AT HER OMG 😭"

She rewatched the video noticing Ferran looking at her with a soft look in his eyes. She blushed slightly, smiling like an idiot at an edit.

She then opened the comments, to see what people had to think about it. She smiled contently when she read the nice comments about people shipping them and saying they would make a good couple.

But one comment made her smile drop.

"sira was the best he had and the best he will ever have. he truly loved her"

who was Sira? Is she the ex he didn't wanna talk about? why did he not want to talk about her? And why are people saying he would be better with her? Did he really love her that much?

y/n felt a lump forming in her throat as so many questions ran through her head. Her chest was feeling a bit tight while she was struggling a little to take a breath. She swallowed the lump in her throat and managed her breathing, something Ferran helped her to do because of the panic attacks she has occasionally.

After fixing her breathing, she opened tiktok search and typed in "Ferran and Sira". She saw multiples of videos and pictures and went through every single one of them.

Sira was beautiful. She was just drop dead gorgeous. Her confidence radiates within her fit body. She was the best version of a woman. The best version of a girlfriend. Brown silky hair and shining eyes with a contagious smile. It just made her wonder why Ferran is now talking to her not Sira. why did they break up anyway?

y/n found a TikTok with all of Ferran and Sira's pictures. He just seems to be subconsciously happy. He had a twinkle in his while looking at her, that bright smile that he seemed to smile wider in the pictures with her.

y/n didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable. It's not like she's dating him or something. But she realized that she had been crushing on him since he maybe was still in a relationship with Sira.

She now thought that there was no way Ferran might like her the way he liked Sira. He seemed to adore her. She also noticed that he always had his arms around her or touching her in some way.

Something he doesn't really do with her. He only hugs her when they first see each other. He seems to avoid any physical contact between then two of them for some reason, making y/n want to throw up at that moment.

She didn't think about that until she saw the pictures. She just thought he wasn't one that loved physical affection.

"oh my god" she mumbled, dropping her phone next to her. She covered her face with her hand and tried not to cry.

She didn't even know why she was so affected. Her and Ferran are nothing. They're just two people that became friends suddenly and just hang out.

She only now questioned his intentions. Did he really like her or is he just using her as a way to get over Sira?

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y/n's phone rang for the 3rd time that night. She turned it off when she saw Ferran's contact on her screen, letting out a sigh.

Poor guy didn't know what's wrong and was just worried about her.

He really didn't do anything wrong, and y/n knew it was her fault that she felt jealous from his ex, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to him at this moment.

y/n continued the essay she was working on, with her phone constantly ringing next to her.

10 minutes later, and halfway through the essay her door bell rang. She exhaled deeply and got up to open it.

She was met with Ferran standing there, a very worried expression on his face.

"y/n? are you feeling okay? I've been ringing you for about 20 minutes and you didn't answer I was getting so worried I'm sorry I just barged in here" he rambled, while y/n looked at him with a blank expression

She appreciated his concern but she really didn't wanna talk to anyone at this moment.

"I'm fine" she mumbled, making Ferran furrow his eyebrows at her.

"are you sure?" he asked again, sensing something off with her

She hummed, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"y/n..." he trailed off, making her look up at him

"are you...are you sure you want us to continue...you know talking?" he said in a low voice, scratching the back of his neck

y/n looked at him, seeing his worried and hurt expression. She genuinely felt bad for him, because of how she made him feel

"I do I really do...do you?" she asked back, scared to hear his answer.

"of course I do. I just noticed that you weren't answering my calls and you're home so I assume you were ignoring me...did I do something to upset you? because if I did let me assure you 100 percent that I didn't mean to and if you tell me what I did I'll do everything I can to make it up to you "he rambled again, making y/n smile.

She realized she was just feeling paranoid. He seemed to genuinely felt care about her. Even if he had a beautiful ex, he still seems to be interested in y/n. So she decided to not mention Sira to him, and only move on as if nothing happened.

"you did nothing wrong Fer. I was just feeling a bit down and didn't wanna bring you down with me. I'm sorry if I made you worried or think that I don't want the thing between us to work. I'm glad you came over" she smiled, making him smile too

"are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? I'll gladly listen to you" he suggested.

y/n felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach at his sincere words and soft tone

"I'm sure. thank you" she said in a genuine tone.

"can I-can I give you a hug?" he asked shyly, making y/n wonder where to confident side of him

"s-sure" she mumbled.

Ferran stepped closer, putting his arms around her waist tightly. She raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck. He placed his head in her neck, inhaling her scent that makes him weak.

She noticed his moves, blushing slightly while she ran one of her hands through his soft hair.

"I'm glad nothing's wrong. I really thought I was gonna lose you" he whispered into her neck.

y/n felt her heart squeeze at his words, feeling bad for making him upset when it was only her problem.

"I'm sorry I upset you" she whispered back, making him pull away, his arms still around her waist.

"you didn't precosia. you could never upset me" he mumbled, a soft smile on his face. She smiled back, then noticing the small distance between their faces.

They found themselves in a moment of anticipation , their eyes met with gentle gaze and the soft smiles still on their faces.

y/n's heart was pounding with excitement, not knowing Ferran was feeling the same way. He slowly leaned in, their noses almost touching.

Ferran looked into her eyes, silently asking for her permission to kiss her. y/n felt her heartbeat rapidly growing, nodding slightly, giving him to reassurance he was looking for.

Ferran closed the distance between them, their lips meeting a soft sweet magical first kiss. The tender kiss was filled with excitement and warmth, creating a memory that neither of them might be able to forget.

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oceanlix · 2 years

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Day 24: Sangyeon + Phone sex

Pairing: Sangyeon x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 1703

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), dirty talk, teasing, phone sex, brief mention of daddy kink, slight degradation, praise

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

“Girl, are you sure you wanna post that?” Your friend peeks over your shoulder, shaking her head at the photo of you sitting between Sunwoo and Eric that you’re currently editing for Instagram.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” you giggle to yourself. Truth be told, you know exactly what she means. Posting this will only get Sangyeon’s attention in the worst way, but you’re prepared for that outcome. In fact, you want it to happen.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she sighs, heading back to her mirror to finish putting on her makeup. With another chuckle, you click on the post button and start the waiting game.

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It isn’t until several hours later when you’re doing body shots with Juyeon that you finally hear back from Sangyeon.

“Damn, your phone sure rings a lot!” Haknyeon yells, passing it to you. You raise your eyebrows, but you walk off to a little corner with less people in it. Unlocking your phone, your mouth goes dry when you open your texts and see the photos he’s sent. He’s sprawled out beside the pool, the sunset glow casting an unreal light across his toned chest and body. Every muscle looking like it was sculpted by God himself, totally bared before you. You almost don’t see the caption: Heard from a little birdie you’ve forgotten about me.

“Fuck,” you curse to yourself, biting down on your lip. Immediately you head off in search of an empty bedroom, anywhere that you can strip down and get off to these glorious images.

Sangyeon being away has taken its toll on you, but not being an official couple meant your libido never really had to suffer. With hot guys like Sunwoo, Eric and Juyeon to keep you entertained, you didn’t have time to feel sad and mopey. Orgasms tended to fix that, for obvious reasons. But you hadn’t even gotten a normal text from Sangyeon in weeks, which is what inspired you to lash out. You hadn’t sent nearly as racy a picture as he just had, but you knew how to stoke his jealousy and you used it to your advantage. Besides, if a simple little picture of you sitting on Eric’s lap while Sunwoo draped his arm around you got you these kind of results, you’d be tempted to try this again.

As you find an unoccupied bedroom and lock yourself in, your phone starts to ring. Sangyeon’s caller ID photo overtakes the screen, making you let out a small whimper as you rush to answer the phone.

“How’s my baby?” he asks, a knowing lilt to his voice. You moan a little as you toss yourself onto the bed, wriggling out of your skirt as fast as you can.

“Those pictures are so unfair,” you complain, sliding your hand into your underwear and sighing. You’re soaked, just like you expected. If Sangyeon was here, he’d be mocking you for how desperate you are.

He chuckles and you hear the rustling of fabric over the phone before the sound of a cap opening. You know it’s lube; he likes his cock to be wet and messy. “Really? That’s rich, coming from you,” he replies.

You push two fingers into yourself, massaging your own walls. Sangyeon’s fingers are longer, so it’s not nearly as satisfying. But it’ll have to do for now. “Oh please, at least I had clothes on,” you argue, but your voice is breathy as you continue to touch yourself.

Sangyeon hisses as he starts stroking his cock. At least, you’re assuming by the sound of the squelching lube that you hear. “You know every time you wear that dress I want to rip it off of you,” he growls. It’s true; that’s why you’d chosen it.

“How’s your hand?” you tease, holding back your own moan. “Don’t you wish you were here instead, stuffing my pussy full of cock?”

“You know I do, baby,” he tells you with a sigh. You can hear his strokes getting faster, which makes you rock your hips against your hand.

“When you get back, you better set aside a whole day for me,” you warn him.

“Oh yeah?” He sounds amused, even though he’s more than a little breathless. You know he’s imagining it now, all the ways he’s going to ruin your pussy when he gets back home. “What do you have planned?”

“Well first,” you sigh, shifting the angle of your fingers and sucking in a breath. “I’m going to suck you off in the living room. We won’t even make it to the couch, I’ll just do it right against the front door. I’ve missed the feeling of your big cock down my throat, choking me.”

Sangyeon groans loudly on the other end of the phone, making you smile. “Love it when you choke on my cock, baby,” he gushes.

You giggle. It’s so easy to get him wrapped around your finger, though you’re the same way with him, so you can’t really talk. “And then I’ll take you over to the couch, where I’m gonna ride you so hard the neighbors will put in a noise complaint.”

“Oh my god,” Sangyeon says under his breath. “You’re unreal.”

“Oh trust me, I’m very real,” you laugh, crooking your fingers up against your spot. Like before, it’s not the same as having your man’s fingers stroking your walls. Sangyeon can reach places inside of you that you can’t even dream of. “My fingers aren’t long enough for this,” you complain, frowning.

“Aw, baby can’t reach, can she?” His voice is mocking, but it drives you crazy. You love when he gets a little mean; you rub your thighs together for more friction. Your walls convulse around your fingers and you whimper, imagining Sangyeon’s fingers are in place of your own. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home before you know it and then I’ll take such good care of you.”

“I’m not done with telling you my plans yet,” you interrupt, now rubbing circles on your clit to chase your high.

“Yeah? Go on ahead,” he urges you. He’s getting breathless again, imagining his hand is your warm cunt gripping his dick.

“When we finally get to the bedroom, you’ll fuck me doggy style.” You bite your lip and moan as your fingers finally touch the spot you’ve been trying to reach for the past few minutes, your hips bucking wildly. “You’ll spank me so hard that my face gets an imprint from pressing into the sheets.”

“Keep talking, baby,” he begs, the sound of his strokes speeding up on the other end of the phone. Sangyeon must be close, you realize. “Tell me more.”

“I‘ll scream your name so loud the neighbors won’t be able to look you in the eyes for weeks.” You bite your lip as your toes curl in pleasure. You want to keep painting a picture for your man, but it’s getting harder to focus with your orgasm so close. “Baby, come home soon so you can fuck me for real,” you beg, breaking character.

“Shh,” Sangyeon soothes you. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Let me hear what you sound like when you’re desperate for me.”

You let go at his words, squirting all over your hand and your bedsheets. This is your best orgasm in weeks, not that you’re going to complain about the ones given to you by your boy toys. There’s something special about Sangyeon talking you through this one though, which you decide to unpack at a later time.

Once you’ve caught your breath, you grip the phone in your hand and moan breathily into the speaker. “Are you gonna cum for me now, daddy?” you ask, knowing the nickname will help get him there even faster.

“Fuck, I love it when you call me that, baby,” Sangyeon growls. “Wish I was there with you, I’d cum all over that pretty face of yours and show you you’re mine. Forget all those other little boys you’ve been playing with, I’m the real deal.”

You giggle, biting down on your finger. “Okay,” you agree, stroking your fingers along your inner thigh. The idea of Sangyeon fucking you in front of your other hookups comes into your mind, and it’s turning you on all over again. “Show me I’m yours, daddy.”

Sangyeon moans into the phone, stroking himself a few more times before you hear him shout suddenly. He must have cum, judging from his heavy breathing.

“You’re so good to me,” he says after a moment. You’re still stroking your inner thighs, mindlessly spreading your cum around as you listen to him talk. “Such a good little slut, getting yourself off for me over the phone.”

You smile, pleased that your plan worked exactly as you wanted it to. You’d rather have him here with you, touching all your sensitive spots himself, but you’ll take a win where you can get one.

“Now how about you come outside and meet me, little one?”

You raise your eyebrows, sitting upright on the bed. “Outside?” you ask skeptically.

Sangyeon chuckles. “I’m here to collect you,” he says. You hear the honk of his car horn on the phone before you hear it coming from outside of the house. Quickly, you stand up and go to the window, only to see his yellow sports car down on the street.

“You’re home?!” you practically shout. You grab your skirt and pull it on as fast as you can, shoving your feet into your shoes. You don’t even hear his answer as you hurry down the stairs, rushing past Sunwoo who tries to reel you in for a dance. Your mind is only on one man right now.

When you open the door, Sangyeon leans over the console to greet you. You press your lips to his immediately, cupping his face in your hands as you kneel in your seat. “God, I missed you,” you moan against his lips. You’re getting wet again just from the hot and heavy kiss, but you don’t think he minds, not when he palms your ass and groans into your mouth.

“I missed you too, baby,” he laughs, slapping your ass gently. “Let’s go home and fuck for real.”

#tbz smut #the boyz smut #sangyeon smut #sangyeon x reader #sangyeon fic #kinktober 2022 #my fics #200

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crispychrissy · 2 years

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For my fellow Moon Knight fans who are deaf or hard of hearing...

I just wanted to make everyone aware of a MASSIVE error in the SDH/closed captioning for Episode 5: "Asylum".

At 36:34, when Marc is kneeling in the street sobbing, the captions have him saying "I'm so sorry" twice, as seen here:

As someone who is hearing-abled, I can confirm that this is 100% INCORRECT. Marc Spector's repeated dialogue line is actually:

"I was just a little boy."

(Edit: It could also be “I was just a boy” but the meaning behind it doesn’t change.)

This error changes the entire emotional impact of this scene when you understand he was not apologizing to his kippah, he was remembering the abuse he suffered at his mother's hands and how her death did not erase that trauma. This is why Steven took over shortly after.

I know this line may have left many fans out there who do not have the luxury of actually hearing Marc Spector's line very confused and I hope this helps answer some of those questions. I've already emailed Disney's closed captioning department to report the error, but I'm unsure if it'll ever get fixed, so I wanted to share and clarify for anyone out there who needs it.

#moon knight #incorrect captions #wrong SDH #episode 5 #asylum #marc spector #i was just a little boy #disney+#wrong captions #closed captioning

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katy-l-wood · 2 years

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Okay, I wanna talk about the giant work project I just did because I’m proud of it, even if it was a bit of a nightmare. Can’t give specifics because of an NDA, but I can talk general stuff.

About three months ago we got offered a REALLY big deal. Ridiculously big. Possibly our biggest ever, at least in recent memory. But to make this deal we had to provide a lot of documentation. Like a lot a lot.

Wanna guess what my company does NOT have? Documentation. Are we a museum? Yes! Do we have scientifically significant specimens everywhere? Yes! Is any of it accurately or effectively documented? No. Hell, we couldn’t even GET to half our stuff without going up on a catwalk and ducking under the air vents until a few months ago when the vents got redone. And don’t even get me started on our servers. The top level organization is...decentish, but the second you start opening folders it is all just. A nightmare. Tons of duplicates, so many IMG______s, folders within folders within folders within folders. Terrible.

So I get brought onto this project after all the initial negotiating is pretty much done. On the face of it, my job in this project was SUPPOSED to just be taking the documentation and making it look pretty. The owner of the company and our head curator were supposed to be the ones getting all that documentation.

Wanna guess what they, by and large, did NOT do? Get me documentation. We had three months to do this and it only got done at the literal last minute because I went into work (despite being mostly remote) and sat down with both of them and just went through each form with them one by one. And when I say literal last minute, I mean literal last minute. The project was due at noon yesterday and I finished at 11:59.

At the end of it, here’s everything I did for the project:

Chased down so much documentation. Either by digging through the server, or just repeatedly e-mailing people until they finally handed stuff over.

Photographed a ton of specimens. We had some photos of some of them, but a lot of the older stuff was from really crappy old cameras so the photos needed redone.

Deciphered a lot of hand-signed/hand-amended contracts that needed included, so I could figure out who the hell signed what because cursive and crappy scans are not good bedfellows. I also had to figure out what contracts went with what specimens which was quite the puzzle.

Deciphered the forms we had to fill out. They’re from a non-English speaking country and there were some translations that got a little wonky.

Edited the introduction for each section of the project, because the owner of the company is very fond of idioms and run-on sentences. Had to put everything in plainer English so it could be more easily translated.

Edited all the photo captions for the same reason.

Dealt with the fact that no one at this job calls any animal what they are, they just give them a nickname which is not helpful. I don’t know what “Doug” is, guys. I can tell Doug was a turtle, but what kind of turtle? Who knows! Not me, because YOU DON’T FUCKING LABEL ANYTHING. The bus factor at this company is terrible. If somebody dies tomorrow we’re all screwed.

Fixed a bunch of little issues in the contracts to prevent us giving away some very important rights that we should not have been giving away.

Reworked the prices on some things to be more understandable and offer different options.

Researched the locations of specimens and provided detailed maps of the locations in relation to the U.S. as a whole and the specific areas. Didn’t want to do the thing where we just said “yeah, we found it in Kansas” assuming everyone outside the U.S. would actually know where the hell Kansas is.

Formatted it all into nicely laid out PDFS with good formatting. This involved 22 separate documents, then one version that brought all those together into one big document that was formatted for double-sided printing.

And, despite having 3 months to do it, 50% was done in the last two days, and another 40% done in the 8ish days before that. I worked 55 hours this week and 53 last week. Instead of just being a designer I ended up being a photographer, an archivist, a researcher, a contracts person, an editor, AND a designer.

Ended up with a 400 page document that looks fantastic (and more professional than anything the company has ever put out). I’m damn proud of it, and I’m really excited to know how effective it ends up being, which I should hopefully know in the next couple weeks.

And I still don’t know hardly anything about paleontology beyond surface knowledge, lol. Fake it ‘til you make it.

#Makin' Bones

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scopop08 · 1 year

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Started vault hunters, and I was inspired by @theminecraftbee to write out some vault logs to keep me playing! (Because I am so lost. I have no idea what to do in the slightest) (if you don't want to be tagged just let me know!)

Buckle in for the back half of completely unexplained oc/persona lore. I'm writing it as if it's an audio log so I'm going to try and style it like auto-generated captions!

The littlest bit of context: This Scopop (5C0) is a robot built to imitate the actual Scopop, who died a couple hundred years prior to this audio log. Due to an accident, 5C0 recently reactivated and found himself server hopping with increasingly large gaps in his memory and a sense of dread about his identity he can't seem to shake

SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0001

MODEL 5C0 - REBOOT INITIATED

MODEM CONNECTION SEARCH INITIATED:

| MODEM IS DISCONNECTED. PREPARING TO PROCESS MULTIPLE RESTART ATTEMPTS |

MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM DISCONNECT - MODEM CONNECTION FOUND. PREPARING TO CONNECT.

deBug.Log("Connection Found! Preparing To Enter Server!");

CONNECTED - PRIMARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - SECONDARY MOBILITY=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - OPTICAL UNITS => BEGIN ACTIVATION - INTERNAL TEMPERATURE SELF REGULATION=> BEGIN ACTIVATION - PROCESSING AND MEMORY STORAGE => BEGIN ACTIVATION

CODE REALIGNMENT COMPLETED, ALL ACTIVATION SEQUENCES PROCESSED

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SERVER LOG - ENTRY 0002

0002

00:00 ●──────────────── 4:34

⇆ ◁ㅤㅤ❚❚ㅤㅤ▷

( THE FOLLOWING IS TRANSCRIBED FROM AUDIO RECORDING "0002" WITHIN THE PLAYER-SERVER-LOG SYSTEM )

Okay... Uh, do I know how... Yeah... (Shuffling) And there we go! We are recording! Here I am, your wonderful host, and this... Is the server!

Oh.

We aren't recording video. Awesome. Okay. Uh. Remember to edit this part out later. Actually I'm just going to... Yeah I'm gonna stop it and try again. Give me a sec.

...

We're back up! Okay, log entry número uno. Okay. Uh... Sorry, I'm trying to think of what I want to, I don't know, log.

Oh! It seems like before I got access- well, technically- the server was just recording my activation sequences. That was actually número uno. I'll try and wipe it later since there's about a billion pages of shit. You know, new server, code realignment and all that. First time doing it as- first time in a while I've server hopped, but feelings still the same I think. Nothing like the warm welcome of passing out and falling flat on your face at spawn. And, uh, speaking of the server, I have approximately zero idea where I am! That's a good thing to note. Absolutely no clue. Nothing except the book at spawn tells me where I got dumped, and even that's just a server name. 'Vault Hunters'. Or a pack name? It doesn't seem like a server, really. I think I'm completely alone.

Lots of new stuff here. Biomes, animals... Ores mostly. Almost made me have another system shutdown because I couldn't turn it back to manual when it was freaking out. Got pockets full of it now, and a nice little house going. Nothing with the mods. I don't know if I could deal with any of that stuff. (laughter) ... (Sigh) The only thing I'm missing is a roof, because I can't find enough copper. Admin knows you need help when you're getting drenched and the thing you're desperately wishing for is copper.

...This, uh, server seems to have completely rewired- Changed my code from the last one, though, so I do have to find things to eat. Er- yeah. Not so bad, I've already started up a wheat farm, and there's tons of sheep around here. Something about that last bit feels weird, but everything feels weird and if I knew why I would've already fixed it. Not like I know much of anything at this point.

(Sharp exhale) Okay, uh, no more melodramatics. I'm already talking to myself in an empty house, let's not make it any worse. I'm... gonna start digging though my chests. Get a basic inventory of everything I've got, and type it under this if I think anything seems important. Also a goal- Try and download some info about this server so I'm not completely in the dark. Before that, though, I have to fix my interface from when that creeper blew right the fuck up in my face. Respawn didn't want to fix that one. I guess because it's more of a mechanical or aesthetic problem than a functional one. But it still sucks. I had to loot my own corpse, by the way. Which was awesome. Glad this server lets you see your own dead body on the ground and makes you pick up your stuff from it. Not existential crisis inducing at all. But yeah- back on track.

Here's my list of goals. Uno, sort my stuff, find what I think is important. Dos, read the book I got at spawn over a couple more times. Doesn't help because it's more like a glossary than anything but maybe it'll finally get through my thick skull. (Metallic clang) (sharp inhale). Right. Uh. Tres, fix my interface and download the crafting recipes at least. Give me some idea of what's happening here.

(Shuffling) (Chair briefly drawing across the floor)

Alright. Goodnight Chicago, thank you for tuning in to the podcast. I'll catch you next episode. And next episode is when anything important happens or I figure something out. And Chicago is me in the future listening to this. Hi me. Anyway. Ending it now. Goodb-

( END OF TRANSCRIPT )

USER INPUT:

List of important things: dimensional crystal (o smth close to that i forgot), 2 dias. Nothing else seems important. Check back later. i keep finding vases in the caves n they might have smth cool

( PLAYER-SERVER-LOG 0002 END )

I'll get into actual vault hunters stuff in the next one, I just wanted to have fun with this one, setting it up and seeing how I would want to write it!

#honestly this is just for me to get back into writing stuff in an easy way and fun style #i know its long- i promise no one who sees this is required to read it #also sorry if the writing style is really weird #im trying to make it seem more like a transcribed audio log than a journal #it might work and it might not ill change it later if I dont like it #sco drabble

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pegasusdrawnchariots · 21 days

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HOW do you become a captioner? I always thought this would be a really interesting and cool job.

Also, a question for why captions are life that: Why do they sometimes exclude or *** explicit language. If the original dialogue included it, then surely all of the necessary warnings and whatever legal actions have already been taken, so I couldn’t figure out why a captioner would possibly do this. And it annoyed me because a deaf person, for example, shouldn’t have to view a censored version for no reason

Hello! Thanks for the questions :)

I actually just stumbled across a job posting online from a captioning company who was hiring at the time! It was purely by luck. There was a little bit of a test during the hiring process but we also got training before they let us caption work for any clients.

Great question! The answer is it's different for different platforms. If a human is captioning something with swears in it, they will (or at least should) include the profanity if it was spoken. So, if someone said "What the fuck was that?" our captions should reflect that and say "fuck". However, if it was bleeped out in the audio/video we get, then we would reflect this too and put "What the (BLEEP) was that?"

This gets a little bit complicated when audience is taken into consideration. For example, if it's for a primetime news program, we generally assume that they forgot to bleep it for now but someone will catch it later in editing, so we do bleep it since it's airing before the watershed (& tbh someone always does catch it — it's always a Thing if they send a swear word to air uncensored). If it's entertainment, like a film or show, keeping swears uncensored in the footage is probably a creative choice, so we would leave them fully spelled out for those programs, even if it was airing in a primetime slot too.

YouTube censors any & all swears purely because it's governed by advertisers. Unless a channel pays a human captioner to caption their videos, u will be seeing auto-generated captions & they will always blank out [____] swears, even (or rather especially) if the speaker is not bleeped out. Bc why let accessibility get in the way of that sweet sweet advertiser dollar? 🫠

Streaming services also should not be blanking out swearing (unless, again, they're bleeped out in the audio)! U have paid for the service, u know what ur getting into, so u should be getting the sort of captions that paying customers can buy. I can't say for sure whether all platforms hold themselves (or care to hold themselves) to this level of quality but like...purely from a captioning perspective, there's no reason why they should be liberally censoring swear words.

I agree with u too that a deaf/hard-of-hearing audience should not be getting overly sanitised versions of the same content a hearing audience is watching! It's a real pet peeve of mine that so many machine captions are like "teehee oops! surely u meant a nicer word 🤭 we'll fix that for u & blank that potty mouth out!" bc it just infantilises our audience & is also. not even true to the content. Like it's just bad captioning practice lol

TL;DR: Human captioners would NOT do this if the audio itself is uncensored, except maybe unless it's airing on TV before the watershed & children are generally assumed to be watching.

I hope this makes sense & answers your questions! :)

#asks #subtitles #viaurbanoutfitters

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feferipeixes · 25 days

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It’s me again!

I asked you this before, but I still didn’t understand and was too embarrassed to ask again. To put images into the wiki, you said to upload a file? How do you make a file? Is it possible to do it on mobile? Do I screenshot the image, and add a link later, or do put the link in and it’s somehow automatic? And a big one: how do I make sure the image appears in that little box in the right?

Thanks for helping me with all this wiki stuff, and don’t worry if you can’t answer my questions!

Not a problem! The same process should work the same on mobile, but it might be a bit clunkier.

Start by going to the Upload File page. Click the "browse" button and find the image you want to upload. I tested this on iOS and it does let you upload photos/screenshots from your photo library. I don't have an Android phone so I can't be sure, but I'd assume it works there too. In the summary box, put a link to the source of the image so that the artist can get credit for it.

NOTE: If you choose a picture and the website says that it's too large, you can fix that (on iOS) by clicking Browse again, selecting your image, and then at the bottom of the screen there should be a button that says "Actual size"; you can click that and choose one of the other options so that the uploaded file is smaller. Again, this is probably also possible on Android, but I don't know how.

Next is actually adding your uploaded image into an article. Go to the article you want to edit, and click edit. Find the place you want to add the image to. Then click Insert > Images and media.

Find your image in the popup, and click the blue button in the top right corner that says Use this image. Then, you'll get a box for the caption for the picture. Again, I recommend putting a link to the source for the image here. Then you can click the blue Insert Picture button, and it should be there! It should be in a box on the right by default, as long as you've added a caption.

Let me know if this works better!

#asks #wiki

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vernalloy · 27 days

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[ID: Four drawings of a redesigned Alastor. He now is broader, with large shoulders and blockier clothes, his coat shortened and the collar fashioned to look like a trophy mount. Below that, he wears a collared shirt with a tie. His hair has been shortened to a Cab Calloway-esque haircut, his ears have been moved down and are more of a deerlike diamond shape, and his antlers are slightly longer. His nose is also wider, and his smile less pronounced. The first image is a rough drawing of this design, lacking the trophy-mount collar, and his hair being slicked straight rather than the waves of the later designs. His eyes are also large, with catlike pupils. Arrows indicate his "thick torso for deer" and "baggy pants to follow 30s," and there are some drawings of his arm, which has a large sleeve but a delicate wrist and fingers. The second is a halfbody shot of him smiling with his arms tucked behind his back and his head tilted. Here, the collar gains the trophy mount shape. On the left, his eyes are closed and his smile is small, about as wide as his nose. On the right, his eyes are open, and his smile is much wider. He has threatening shading. A doodle of the transition between mouths is captioned, "contrast!" The third is another fullbody reference, and has him standing with his feet close together, one hand behind his back and the other with the index finger raised as if he's going to add to a conversation. An arrow indicates at his hand, "delicate fingers contrast with blocky sleeve." Pointing at his neck: "Details guide eye toward face." Pointing at the end of his pant leg: "Flare contrasts little limbs." Beside him is text: "repetition of shapes", accompanied by all his downward curves, stopping at his collar. The final image is a colored version of the third. His skin is light brown, with his ears and shoes being a moderately darker brown. His hair is almost black. His irises are big and black, with a thin ring of red before passing into the eggshell whites of his eyes, a color also present in his shirt. His tie and antlers are similarly also bright red. His coat collar and pants are a dark grey, and his coat is a desaturated cool green. End ID.]

Regular Alastor is such a weird design because he's from the 30s but it doesn't show, he's a deer but his dinky antlers are covered up by his giant triangular fox-esque ears, and his colors are foxy which only adds to the confusion. On top of that, he's mostly red, which makes him hard to parse, especially from the background. He's the Wheatciphler which means negative space is next to zero and he's harder to spot, and he's got all these goddamn pinstripes which makes him harder to animate & ensure there's no negative space at all. His smile is so big but it doesn't change so it's not scary or expressive it just takes up so much real estate that could be put into anything else. He's also mixed-race Creole ALLEGEDLY, likely due to backpedaling over the appropriation controversy but this had like no edits to his design.

He's a garbled mess of red where none of his influences read well and the line mileage on him is insane. So to fix this:

MAKE THAT MAN A DEER (thicken torso, move ears to side, trophy collar)

give him fashion more in-line with the 1930s (shorten coat and hair, big shoulders and sleeves)

re-prioritize his expressive features (smile smaller so that when it's big, it's scary)

Give him Black features (hair & nose get de-white-boy-ified)

recolor, more varied. color contrast is boosted in value and hue

remove patterns (pinstripes ditched)

#image id #art #ourt #... how do i tag this.#hazbin hotel #<- for blacklist...?#i really like this design tbh i might reuse it for myself.#hazbin hotel neg #long post

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gender-trash · 1 year

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last november/decemberish i made the egregious mistake of asking my dad if there were any out-of-print technical books he wanted me to print and bind as a christmas gift, especially given that i now have a wide-format printer; turns out the answer was "yes, many," and he sent me three crusty-ass pdfs of which i selected the least crusty.

however

it pains me, deep in my soul, to turn out a work product with my name on it that's That crusty, and some of the photos etc. (originally meant to be full-color) weren't parseable anymore. so i got my grubby hands on a copy of the original via interlibrary loan (there were EXACTLY three copies in the link+ system which covers a bunch of public and university libraries in the bay area, and i ended up with santa clara university's, which was kind of neat because Back In The Day i took a bunch of physics and math classes at SCU) and manually photographed every image in it on my phone (best camera i have). then i spent approximately the week prior to christmas in a deathmarch slog 1. de-skewing, color correcting, and pasting in all the photos in god's worst pdf editing software (xournal++), 2. retyping all the image captions (originally printed in this lovely dark red that got viciously mangled by b&w scanning) and screenshotting them + pasting them in, and 3. for those photos that are sufficiently clean or unimportant that i don't need to edit + paste in replacements, but that have large black areas in them, covering them in semitransparent white rectangles so i don't wind up printing big black areas on my poor inkjet.

needless to say, this is the worst, most tedious process i can think of except for actually re-typing and re-typesetting the entire book in latex, a process which tempts me every time i work on this albatross around my neck. i only got through part 1 of 5 before christmas so i gave my dad a different book (bought from the bookstore, like a loser) and the promise that i would Definitely have it done by his birthday.

and then i stopped working on it for several months because IT SUCKED AND I HATED IT SO MUCH

and then partway through april i was like "oh shit, his birthday is in two weeks". so now every evening is this cold war with myself where sometimes the project wins and i piddle through another section of part 2 and sometimes procrastination wins and i do a medieval twin-cord binding of my immortal. anyway his birthday was technically today but we are celebrating it next week so i have a LITTLE more time to get the bitch done

whenever i complain about it to my dad he's like "just give up!! just print it as-is!" (accompanied by profuse apologies because he didn't mean for me to go to anything like this much effort) and on the one hand it would feel like giving up but on the other hand i would be FREE OF THE ENDLESS TORMENT but on the third hand there would be a VERY visible delineation halfway through the book where you can tell i Just Didn't Care Anymore

#the trashcan speaks #devil venerable also wants to exploit the memoir class for evil purposes

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Matchup exchange for @denjivhs

This was a rollercoster because belphie just gave me the equivalent of an art block....anyways here it is! Concerning aesthetic i don't know how to edit and such so I'll send you the pictures in private later!

Your match for Tokyo Revengers is....Draken!

When I read your description I immediately thought of Draken (we will omit his love for Emma here). He is someone who matches your interests and you have a great chemistry with him too!

Now for the trope….Slow burn that’d make you want to die because come on it’s been over 100 chapter! This is mostly due to Draken personal life (I mean he never confessed to Emma…) His life is dangerous and he is sometimes not proud of how he grew up. He doesn’t want to rope you into all this and potentially put you in danger that’s why he is reluctant to ask you out. He’s rather never confess if he thinks someone loves you and is better for you. He needs reassurance and for you to be patient with him. If he’s not secure enough and you try to confess he’ll distance himself. So yeah definitely a slow burn.

Draken is the type of boyfriend that shows his love with actions. He doesn’t say I love you often but he always remembers you when he is out (when he pass by a patisserie you may like he’ll buy it for you). He always texts you or send you pictures with the captions ‘Reminds me of you’ or ‘I think you’ll like it. He loves being with you (outside or at home) but the only moment he won’t let you accompany him is when gangs are involved. Draken is protective and won’t put you in danger even if you agree to it. Sometimes it can get overbearing because he texts you ‘Where are you? Don’t use XYZ street’ and the such. He’ll tone it down if you confront him but the fear is always here. Since you love thrill I think he’s gonna develop heart problems lol.

Draken loves spending time with you at the comfort of his (or your) room. You both share your music tastes and he’d be down to get a matching tattoo with you once the relationship is serious enough. Movies nights are a must at least once a week. He doesn’t look like someone who knows the classics so you’d be the one to introduce him to many movies. Oh and you’re the only one who can touch his hair. I believe he’s good at styling hair so please just let him do yours! Now he’s not one for literature, he’ll try to write you letters but only a percent of them arrive to you because he deems all his other tentative as trash.

In this relation, both of you have trust issues. Draken will take time to open up fully despite how comfortable he feels with you. At first he’d be rather hurt that you don’t open up to him when he does but his friends (Emma and the girls at the brothel. The rest are….ahem.) will explain it to him and he’ll apologize for being too pushy with a big plushie and flowers. He doesn’t mind your anger issues cuz he deals with Mickey of all people so he knows how to mediate and when to just give you space. It’s rare that he gets angry for your anger issues unless he’s in a very very bad mood already. So yeah the relation has issues here but nothing communication won’t fix.

When you tease him he actually blushes! He tries to retort but fails which results in him hugging you so you’ll just stop (or kissing you). He will also record you when you break into little dances because he finds it so cute! He doesn’t joke as much as you but knows how to have a good laugh. Your inappropriate jokes will just earn you a desperate sigh.

Also I can totally see a motorcycle rider’s aesthetic with both lovers being menaces.

For Obey Me your match is....Belphegor!

Not gonna lie, both twins were fit for you but Belphie is just….way more fitting lol.

It’s the typical enemies or rivals to lovers here. He’s despicable at first, always insulting and you just answer back being a smartass. You two give a massive headache to Lucifer who’s actually regretting his life choices. It reaches the points where everyone just forces you into the same room praying (oh the irony) that you’ll find something to get along. And you two do get along, with music! He definitely has the same music taste as you. This is how you two started getting together and then after some qtime one of you said ‘Shut up and kiss me’ (probably belphie cuz he got jealous). Tada relationship status has been updated.

Your two personalities are actually similar. He’s the type of lover to hype you up when making impulsive decisions, literally the little devil on your shoulder. He always say yeah go out alone and then proceeds to come with you because he doesn’t want you to get hurt (will only admit it if you’re near death). He’s protective, sometimes downright possessive and that’s in character but he loves you in his own way.

Belphie is also moody and just like you, needs some alone time. So yeah he totally knows when to leave you alone. Since he is lazy and all (his sun duh), he really appreciates your independent and individualistic personality. Because, as clingy as he is, he’s still sometimes rather absent (in his daily me time) and loves that you don’t bitch him about it if we can say that. He knows he has lots of flaws that can be deal breakers to some (like me. He’s my least favorite) so he really appreciates your patience.

One of his favorite activities is watching movies with you after a long day (read cuddling you and nodding off while you’re watching a lovie). It’s also his moments where he just rants about anything and anyone that pissed him off (he does this daily). Speaking about cuddling…Belphie is a very touchy lover while you said that you don’t openly express affection. He’ll be all whiny when you don’t but won’t press it because he knows you just need time. I also believe he wouldn’t mind getting a matching tattoo or piercing with you (he seems like someone who’d get a belly button tattoo ngl). He also participate in your jokes with his own sarcasm. When you do little dances, he will tease you but if you mess up with him enough he will join. Oh and he likes reading too! He has some good recommendations per Satan help.

In general, he fully encourages you to live your best life and even introduces you to new places and thrilling activities. Meanwhile he’s just in the backseat, having it easy and enjoying the ride while making sure you’re safe and all if you see what I mean. The issues in the relationship is that he initially hates humans, he doesn’t acknowledge his mistakes and when he’s angry/in a bad mood he can start saying words he doesn’t mean. You two quarrel often but never break off cuz you love each other.

I don’t really see a specific aesthetic here but the one I have in mind are those red moodboards with the words hell on it and just a plain red and purple moodboard (I’ll send them to you in private later)

Your JJK match is...Nobara!

Now for the grande finale….our dear Nobara from JJK (oh where is she? A misty memory-)

Here the trope is BFF to lovers. None understands you and have fun with you like her. She’s blunt, adventurous and just wants to live her best life too! She honestly just loves your vibes and how you two always have fun. You two are a menace together and everyone knows it (when maki joins in you’re more reasonable but still-). I think she really likes movies/series and probably asked you out during a movie. Where the two BFF kissed. Something among the lines of ‘Wish it could be us’ and it worked (Megumi and Yuuji made a bet over who’d break the ice first, Yuuji lost).

Nobara is a no BS type of person. If she doesn’t like you she’ll say it and if she likes you she says it. But she’s rather embarrassed at saying I love you so instead she’ll just give you compliments through the day and defend you like her life depends on it. She likes your humor, even if it’s salacious and like belphie she chimes in with witty remarks of her own. She’s also shy at being affectionate at first but she’ll get bolder when you admit to liking it. Nothing much just holding hands and wrapping her arm around your waist Cuddles will often be initiated by you at home. You two have some anger issues but you’re two peas in the same pod so I think you’d help each other with it. Your trust issues don’t deter her because she’s determined that you’re the one so she will patiently wait for you. When you’re in a bad mood, she’ll go and get you your favorite food/ snack. Her way of showing love is by words and acts of service. For you she’ll write letters (mostly decorate them) that are very aesthetically pleasing (legit she’d become a scrapbooker and dedicate a journal to you two). You’re the only person who’ll know of her insecurities and to who she can comfortably vent.

While thrill activities aren’t her thing, she’ll gladly do them with you because YOLO. You two get at least once a week stuck fighting curses or in some kind of trouble during one of your explorations. Megumi always sighs when he sees you two coming back tired or bruises because he knows.

Nobara LOVES shopping and I hope you also like it or you’ll be the equivalent of the boyfriend waiting at the mall. She loves matching with you and picking outfits/make up she’d think fits you. Your go-to colors are similar so it’s a plus. She also steals your hoodies and jackets since you’re taller than her. When you spend the night at home it’s watching a movie and doing some skincare she prepared (and bitching/gossiping). While I don’t see her getting a piercing she’d be the type to get an ankle tattoo or even one on the wrist. I believe you’d have some common artists concerning the music taste and she’d go dancing before you. She’d just grab your hand and drag you with her.

When you zone out or anything she’s here to rescue you from an awkward situation. Also I can imagine both of you exploring an abandoned place or just going to a dangerous place with, apparently, a gorgeous sunset. It’s a very spontaneous relationship that’d always have you on your toes. Despite that you two don’t fight and just bicker over some petty debate. She joins you on all your adventures and you join hers.

This relationship really gives me rockstar GF and 90s aesthetic.

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